The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it hammered, a rhythmic assault against the slate roof that shook the foundations of the stone keep. You were kneeling in the mud, your hands slick with a mixture of earth and the warm, copper scent of blood, when the first blow landed on your shoulder. It was not a strike from a blade, but a heavy, blunt impact, the kind that bruises the bone and rattles the...

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